Craig got home from Portland tonight. As I was dishing up his dinner, he said, "How much do you love me?" Which is usually code for, "I need you to do something for me and you might not like it," right?
Not this time.
He opened his suitcase and promptly took out my Mother's Day gift. To give to me early.
We've been talking about getting one later this year, one we'd share. But I don't have to share this one, and I don't have to wait now.
Best. Hubby. Ever.